Luck

Backtrack to staats before passengers I'm making tracks That slap With no passages I'm by the tracks No packs Of wax Stacked yet simply love I have for that But it'd be done a short time after that Then give me awards mind worn like a hat Gimme yours I'm warm but bored I switch back I push with my right foot Don't get that fine Throw out your thrasher shirt Don't even act assertive You're sure bitch And when the fad is curtains You're worthless I'm making classic works Beyond the surface You sticking with the curve I'm making a killing in the circus You flaming my training But leaving your brain a virgin You seem the same thing as vermin Or a lame fisherman But I can't blame you For wanting to terminate Greatness you a Stan not new Rotting perpetually anus That's the case ain't it Ain't it you can save Me the lately That shit too plain to me Rather lay from you aiming at me Than to stay asleep This shit is steep Read it deeper Before you blame or hate me You fucking sheep Open your peepers Before the gate Oh wait That's right You can't Rather take a favor Than to stand up and use your two hands Evidently I'm braver I'm excellent that is true man I just need a few new tools For the one man band Other than that and some food Is just wants I can managed I've seen enough damage To respect the small stuff And employ all the bandages I need To follow up Not too proud to tell you I want some seconds chances Not quite due Life is filled with these awkward dances And bothered glances And they're all tough But just look up And know you're lucky damnit